Last night I dreamed that I'd moved back to Aberdeenshire, with all the children. We'd moved into the house I'd always fancied, but now I had bikes there. So I went for a ride on my Dawes (through Tough and Tullynessle)and it was very sunny, but hard work, because I was carrying (in my arms) a netbook and a jack russel terrier. I was invited into a house for afternoon tea where I explained I'd lived there before, and a long and complex discussion followed about what had happened to all the people I had known, as well as debate about the policeman who'd been murdered (?wtf?).
Then I had to explain to my children that they all had to go back to primary school as they hadn't done a Scottish education. (The 19 year old, who left school 2 years ago, seemed quite happy with this). Then I found a pannier, which made carrying the dog a lot easier.
The whole time, I knew it was a dream because the green of the grass was the wrong shade of green.